13 Minutes is a new psychological thriller from Sarah
Pinborough. It centres on the relationship between a group of girls in their
late teens, after one of them is found in a river, and declared dead for
thirteen minutes, before returning to life with no memory of how she ended up
in the river.
The setting is relatively confined – a relatively
small-seeming British market town, with a focus on the school that serves it.
Pinborough manages to convey the sense of tolerated and tolerable education
through her prose. The atmosphere of the school accords with my (admittedly
slightly dusty) memories of that time of life. There’s the teacher that half
the school lusts after, and the clique of popular kids whom everyone looks to
for leadership – and there’s the sense of evolution, as well. The school feels
like a chrysalis, a place in which children are finding their feet, and moving
into adulthood.
Still, this isn’t Saved By The Bell. The environment is, to
put it mildly, poisonous. The cast of teens don’t all like each other – to put
it mildly. There’s a feeling that each word, each step, is being judged and
dissected. That every interaction is equal parts studied performance and
emotional honesty. The world that these girls inhabit is one intimately
familiar to school-leavers, one where decisions have an immediacy, a sense of
urgency, where even the smallest choice feels like it may have life changing
consequences. Of course, sometimes it
does.
It’s difficult to convey how well Pinborough has done here –
but the school that her characters inhabit feels exactly right. It has
everything that made schools such a joy, and such an awful trial, for everyone
involved, and it seems all too real.
The main focus of the narrative is the relationship between
Tasha, the girl who was found floating dead in a river, and then revived – and
her old childhood friend, Becca. The former is the champion of the popular
group, a mover and shaker in a school hierarchy where reputation is everything.
The latter is a firm contrast – less concerned with popularity, more concerned
with being herself. We get to spend a lot of time in Becca’s head, in
particular, and the tone seems pitch perfect. There’s a wry warm, and a feeling
of intelligence, overlaying a broad streak of insecurity. This tone is backed
up in her interactions, especially with Tasha, the girl whom she was once
closest to, who most wanted to impress.
Tasha is a different beast, Initially, she comes off as
traumatised by her immersion in the river. There’s a sense in her interactions
with Becca, and with their supporting cast of friends, that she’s not sure who
she is any more. This personal uncertainty is interleaved with the broader
theme of childhood overthrown, characters moving past childish things and into
the harder, but perhaps less judgmental, world of adulthood.
Impressively, the text covers a lot of emotional ground.
There’s love. There’s betrayal. Both felt with a kind of soaring agony, which
comes through the text and punches the reader in the metaphorical gut. But there’s
quieter moments too – affection to or from parents, for example, mixed with a
sense of their fallibility. There’s a darker strain running through it as well;
there’s a lot of jealousy in the dialogue here, and it carries the passion of
youth, intermingled with the dread seriousness of adulthood – and the associated consequences.
In any event, the entire narrative is an absolutely
masterful character piece. We get to see the way that individuals think about
themselves and each other, and I’ve rarely been so immersed in a character and
their world – and, on some occasions, horrified by both.
From a plot standpoint…well, getting into any detail might
induce spoilers. The book starts with the mystery of how Tasha ended up in a
river and died, though. That mystery is chased through the text, with red
herrings, confusion, and even some investigative insight – and as a central
pillar of the narrative, ti hangs together, keeps your interest, and also
manages to keep you guessing all the way through. The whole plot is a byzantine
maze of plot, counterplot, lies, illusions, and mosaics of truth – and it’s
absolutely glorious to read, and very hard to put down.
Is it worth reading? Yes, absolutely. It’s got a solid,
tense plot and some wonderfully drawn characters, living in a world which feels
all too terribly real. Give it a try!
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